Qué Me Has Hecho Chacarera

What have you done to me chacarera that wherever you go I follow you?
When I don't hear your sounds crying, suffering I live
In the old violinists who play with all their soul
You used to live happy and pure like the coyuyo in the branches

Following your steps I went under the ramadones
Where I disturbed the old ones and the little hearts

Now that I don't hear you far from my beloved land
Come, come, chacarera because here suffering I live

In my dreams I find myself pushing through the trenches
Singing with my countrymen vidalas and chacareras

Dear daughter, who could march in the rezabailes?
Shouting in the alleys shaking quebrachales

Sleeping on a tiento bed under the old tala
In my mom's little ranch where I grew up happily

Now that I don't hear you far from my beloved land
Come, come, chacarera because here suffering I live